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Searching for reasons that you stay away
Searching for your disturbing body
Searching for your disturbing body
The math doesn’t add up when I do it alone
How many paths travel you home?
Disturbing body luring me
How does the wind code your mystery?
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In needing the antidote
Look for the bitter part of the fruit
After all the nights so sweet
I walk in the street
Alone with my tune
I savour the bitter part of the fruit
You walk on the riverbank
You’ve got a friend with you
Notice how the light turns blue
And something inside
Whispers and sighs
You’re tasting the bitter part of the fruit
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Sun-spotted apple
I knew you would be falling down
Sun licked a golden apple
I knew you would be faulty I had
Sad noons for walking
Walking to the apple orchard
Sad moons for talking
Talking to my silver apple
Down to the bay
Down to the bay
Down to the bay
We swim alone again
Down to the bay where you had the right sway
We floated all day
The waves weren’t unkind
And we both took our time
And nothing could stand in our way
Did you reach for me too?
Did you notice the bruise
As it softened? As it ripened?
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Bluebird
02:09
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Bluebird, what happened to your head?
You fell down near the lake of the agewood
Bluebird, what happened to your heart?
You went down for a swim in the comfort of strangers
Let a man get close, didn’t tend to the dangers
Did you forget the stars?
Your shape was marked in the air by an angel
Did you forget your part?
Your eyes were closed to the lines and the angles
Your friends could see you had gotten tangled
Blind love hurt you once
All we have is our own light to fly by
A quiet light, a light to fly by
Light for flight
All we have is our own light to fly by
A quiet light, a light to fly by
Our own light to fly by
A quiet light, a light to fly by
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Inertia of a Dream
04:03
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Caught you on the train
underneath the window
isn’t motion strange
the faster it goes we go
would I love the best
underneath an oak tree
What was that you said
forgot that I was dreaming
Am I the one who dreams
too much
Underneath the bridge
passing by the ocean
kiss you on the head
heady from the motion
would we love the best
underneath an elm tree
what was that you said
did you catch my meaning
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Flowers on the body dead
Flowers I sent
Powder on the eyes of them
They’re too young to die
Dying makes a sort of paste
It’s good for the eyes
Dying makes a sort of cloud
It broadens the sky
Dying makes a sort of sound
It darkens the night
The night was a warning
For my paciful eyes
Heard through the shadows
You’d worn a disguise
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Salt or Sand
02:31
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The land was wet, the land was dry
Caught a piece of the land in the corner of my eye
Wouldn’t it be fine if the tide went out in time
The tide is awfully high in the recess of my mind
What is this land?
A grain of salt or a grain of sand
Rain moves fast across the dune
But it doesn’t touch my hand
The harder the wind blows
The taller we stand
How we left, we had no choice
As the sand filled in the room, it also filled my voice
Had a look around but the shifting of the ground
Was softer than the sound of the whisper I had found
What is this land?
A grain of salt or a grain of sand
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Wrote a prayer
To sing inside my head
Touched the wall
Forgot that I am small
Was alone
Found the white hair in my comb
And knew the mountain
Continued to grow
And I thought that perhaps
I could join it
We dip so low
To reach the bottom of the well
Singing quiet prayers
Underneath our breath
Our breath
Our breath
Our breath
Swallows dipping low into the well
The search for water causes strange behaviour
Eating curdled milk and bread
When will we feast again
Tied a bracelet onto your wrist
With a bell that I had kissed
But the bell it froze
And went silent in the mist
We dip so low
To reach the bottom of the well
Singing quiet prayers
Underneath our breath
Our breath
Our breath
Our breath
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Last Sip
03:07
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The saddest breath of the bottle is your last sip
Old dog waits in the corner for the next trick
The saddest step of the mountain is the tip
Mostly I wait at the bottom, overthink it
The saddest sound of the mourning is the dove
Singing her woes from a wire, up above
The saddest hue of desire is undone
Watching the feeling expire, till there’s none
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Midnight at the station
Resting my head on a carpet bag
We don’t need nothing
To feel this bad
Midnight at the station
Resting my chin on an open book
We don’t know how it ends
Until we look
Queenie lit a cigarette
I shared an orange with a man I met
We don’t have to misstep
To feel regret
Paced around the station
Watching the way they were watching me
And I turn my eyesight
Inside of me
And if you thought you had it all figured out
You’ve got another thing coming
And if you thought you found another way out
You’d better start running
After the song
The song of our lives is sung
Nobody’s there
Nobody’s there
After the song
The song of our lives is sung
Nobody’s there
Nobody’s there
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Sun-spotted apple
I knew you would be falling down
Sun licked a golden apple
I knew you would be faulty I had
Sad noons for walking
Walking to the apple orchard
Sad moons for talking
Talking to my silver apple
Down to the bay
Down to the bay
Down to the bay
We swim alone again
Down to the bay where you had the right sway
We floated all day
The waves weren’t unkind
And we both took our time
And nothing could stand in our way
Did you reach for me too?
Did you notice the bruise
As it softened? As it ripened?
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Cots Montreal, Québec
Cots is the debut solo project by composer, singer, and guitarist Steph Yates.
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